Buried for Another Day
It used to be me— the one that couldn’t smile deep down on the inside you could see the sadness in every look I tried to make. When you are that brokenness inside—the pain—tangled up in dysfunction, how can you truly move. It took time to grow wings as we rose from the ashes. It took time to heal wounds that seem soldered-bonded to our soul. It took patience, dedication and release just to learn to breathe. The process of grieving…things you never really knew —but your heart knew —your body knew. It takes the courage of a warrior to go back into the storm...to face every fear that we ran away from for so long. Because the thing is we can’t run from our own shadows.. they just kept haunting us the farther we ran...growing larger and more freightening until the fear consumed every breath of life & every bit of hope left on the inside of us. Nearly every sparkle of divinity was blotted out by our darkness. Every piece of our souls that got pulled away from the self - scattered - & chiseled away by this cruel world - and it’s vicious vampires.
As my skin, I sat there...Feeling like every form & fabric of my existence was unraveling...as if I would burst into a million pieces and crumble into oblivion. What is it like to suffer in insanity? When your power has been taken from the core of your being —used to feed their endless void. Cracked open and exposed —tears rushing like fountains —crying for mercy from the torment ... every tear was captured —by the angels—taken as an unspoken prayer. Not one of them go unheard.
Sprouts cracked open the shell of these seeds of potential. Reaching down for the nourishment of the Earth, buried for another day.
Day by day, face to the floor... my seeds took root... as the sunlight of this spirit began to warm the fertile ground beneath me. As my timid self learned to live again. Growth peaked through the surface of darkness. The sunlight reached me once again. Stronger —withstanding the weathers & seasons that came to provide stable roots. The gems of clarity & wisdom rolled off our petals after each rain and dripped into the soil that freed us to grow.